I dreamed the old dream just last night,
Red and Green, and going home;
I dreamed of no wars left to fight,
Red and Green, and going home.
I dreamed of those who know no rest,
Red and Green, and going home;
The refugee, the dispossessed,
Red and Green, and going home.
And submarines plowshared the sand,
Red and Green, and going home;
And factories turned to fertile land,
Red and Green, and going home.
We heal the sick and the insane,
Red and Green, and going home;
The leper and the limousine,
Red and Green, and going home.
We saw our likeness in each face,
Red and Green, and going home;
And with each kindness, gathered grace,
Red and Green, and going home.
Ah, these are old dreams, nothing new,
Red and Green, and going home;
Of yet to come, nonetheless true,
Red and Green, and going home.
Red and Green, and going home.
Red and Green, and going home.
Red and Green, and going home;
I dreamed of no wars left to fight,
Red and Green, and going home.
I dreamed of those who know no rest,
Red and Green, and going home;
The refugee, the dispossessed,
Red and Green, and going home.
And submarines plowshared the sand,
Red and Green, and going home;
And factories turned to fertile land,
Red and Green, and going home.
We heal the sick and the insane,
Red and Green, and going home;
The leper and the limousine,
Red and Green, and going home.
We saw our likeness in each face,
Red and Green, and going home;
And with each kindness, gathered grace,
Red and Green, and going home.
Ah, these are old dreams, nothing new,
Red and Green, and going home;
Of yet to come, nonetheless true,
Red and Green, and going home.
Red and Green, and going home.
Red and Green, and going home.
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